Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.